you and i have whispered into each other’s ear
static vows across
wires and cables that
tangle with our harangued legs
and our separate needs.
costs of time and space become evident
now that we pay for all our minutes,
but it has been six months,
and we still extend to elastic limit.
what will happen beyond, god knows;
i anticipate our yield strength
to fracture with ignited,
entropic passions. -
with staves snapping,
stars eating voided infinite.